a smile. "I'm afraid he'd kick
overboard. But don't count too much on finding Toby at the gypsy camp,
Bunny. He may not be there at all."

"You mean they'll take him away to some other place?" asked the little
boy.

"Well, maybe not that so much, as it is that we're not sure this Mr.
Jaki Kezar really has taken your pet," answered Mr. Brown. "We'll just
_hope_ Toby is at the camp, Bunny, but we mustn't be too sure about it."

"No," said Bunny, "I s'pose not."

"Though perhaps if the pony isn't exactly with the gypsies they may know
where he is," said Mrs. Brown. "Will you have that dark man arrested,
Daddy, for taking the children's pony?"

"I don't know just what I will do, yet," answered Mr. Brown with a
smile. "First I want to find out where Toby is."

"And I'm coming with you in the boat!" cried Bunny.

Sue wanted, very much, to go with her father and brother, but her mother
told the little girl there might be a long walk to take in the woods to
get to the gypsy camp, and that she would get tired.

"I wouldn't be tired if I could see Toby," she said, tears still in her
eyes. "And, anyhow, if I did get tired I could ride on Toby's back."

"That is if they find him," remarked Mrs. Brown. "No, Sue, dear, I think
you'd better stay with me. How will you get the pony back if you go in
the boat?" she asked her husband.

"Oh, Bunker can walk him back, and Bunny can ride. I'll come back in the
boat," said Mr. Brown. "They didn't take the pony cart, did they?"

"No, that's in the barn all right. It will be all ready for Toby when he
comes back," said Bunny.

There was nothing more that could be done at the Brown home toward
finding the lost or stolen pony, so Mr. Brown, with Bunker Blue and
Bunny, after eating a very hasty breakfast, got ready to take a motor
boat trip across the bay to Springdale.

This was a town, somewhat smaller than Bellemere, and it could be
reached by going around a road that led along the shores of Sandport
Bay. But a shorter journey was by water across the bay itself. And it
was in this way that Mr. Brown had decided to go this time.

The fish merchant owned a number of boats, some of which had sails,
others oars, and some were moved with gasolene engines.

"We'll go in the _Spray_," said Bunny's father, that being the name of
the boat.

"We could go faster in the _Wave_," said Bunker Blue, naming a smaller
boat.

"Yes, but it wouldn't be quite so safe," said Mr. Brown, who was